Hmm, and I thought the show "Keeping Up Appearances" was a rather arcane
farcical humor. It appears that those guys over there really do live like
that.
Richard Taylor
TR-4
Atlanta
At 06:58 PM 6/21/00 +0100, Paul Richardson wrote:
>FOTers
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>I had to take my Lancia to the local distributor today to check on a part I
>need to cure a rear end 'clonk' (rear radius arm bushing). It's is only
>supplied with the hub mounting bracket which I don't need, of course. It
>has to be specially imported, of course, and will cost GBP 65 of course. I
>ordered the bloody thing and drove off - intent on finding a rubber bush to
>suit and canceling the order.
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>What to do now I thought? I was half way between my home and Folkingham
>(pronounced 'Fockingham') - try saying it quickly when you've had a few
>tinctures at the pub. Folkingham is a delightful, small Lincolnshire
>village bordered by a disused aerodrome which was used by BRM as a test
>circuit - many's the day I've spent at the circuit as a small boy when dear
>old dad was testing ERA's and the V16 BRM.
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>Anyway, Wilkie Wilkinson ( he managed Ecurie Ecosse and later joined BRM)
>lives in the village and I hadn't seen him for about two months, so I
>decided to drive the ten miles or so to see how he was and share a yarn or
>two.
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>Wilkie is 98 and lives alone, and although his daughters regularly pop in
>to see him, I always pop in if I'm in the area to make sure he's OK. When
>I got there I knocked on his door several times, but there was no answer. I
>noticed there were two bottles of milk still on the door step (at 11.30 am)
>and looking up his bedroom curtain was still closed?? I began to worry a
>bit and went next door to see if his neighbor had seen him go out. He
>hadn't - so now we both started to feel uneasy. I clambered up an old
>wooden ladder we'd found, with several rungs missing, to see if I could see
>anything through the gap in the bedroom curtains.
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>I was just about three quarters up when a car pulled into the drive. I
>looked round and it was Wilkie in the passenger seat -having been taken to
>have
>his 'feet done' (pedicure). He got out of the car and, being short sighted,
>didn't recognize me and bellowed in high tenor, "what the bloody hell do
>you think you're doing - trying to burgle the place."
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>Relieved, and now more worried about how to get down the damned ladder I
>retorted, "It's me and Ron you silly old bugger, you've left the milk out
>and the curtains are still drawn; we thought you might have had a few too
>many last night (diplomacy) - and couldn't face the stairs!!!
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>Wilkie retorted,"Oh, it's you you cheeky young bugger - I left before the
>milkman came, take that ladder back to Ron's and we'll have a cup of tea.
>Tea and several dozen laughs later, I suggested to Wilkie that, when he
>goes out first thing in future, he should leave something, anything, next
>to where the milk bottles are delivered so well all know when he's gone
>out. He thought about it, and with a sense of humour as sharp as a needle
>he said.-
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>" Bloody good idea - I'll leave a bottle of milk out!!!l
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>have a look in Wilkies the others half rotted through and decided that I
>wouldn' t Wilkie is a very dapper and spry 98 year old and when anyone
>arrives unannounced When I pulled into his drive
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